Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen's home.

While eating his noodles with soybean paste, Luo Jianshe mumbled, "When I heard it was a father and daughter today, I immediately guessed it was you two. Well done!"

Yingzi said, "I'm showing some conscience by not tearing their house down!"

The old cripple handed Luo Jianshe a clove of garlic. "I found five thousand yuan under the cabinet in their west room, in a leather bag. That bag clearly wasn't for people like them."

Luo Jianshe turned to look at him, "Briefcase?"

The old cripple nodded.

Luo Jianshe put down his chopsticks. "This is interesting." After saying that, he got up to leave. "I'm leaving first. Don't go anywhere or do anything for the next few days. Wait for my news."

"Eat before you go!" Yingzi chased after her for a few steps.

"I'm full!" Watching him walk away without looking back, Yingzi sat back down suspiciously. "Did he lose something?"

"Have a meal!"

Upon receiving the news, Luo Jianshe rushed to Secretary Zhao's place without delay.

Secretary Zhao has just come out of Minister Luo's office.

"Why are you here again?"

"Brother Zhao, I need to tell you something!"

The two talked for a while after closing the door before Luo Jianshe left.

Soon, several policemen arrived at the Huang family's residence.

The team leader was none other than Director Shao of the Huangqiao Branch.

"Is there any news about my daughter?" Huang's mother asked quickly.

Director Shao said with a stern face, "You ask us every day, and we can't keep letting you down. So, we want to solve the case as soon as possible."

"Oh, good! Good! Good for solving the case!" Huang's mother felt that something was off about what she was saying.

Ever since she learned that Jiang Sen had been arrested, she would go there every day to make a scene, throwing a tantrum at the gate, crying and shouting for them to execute the murderer Jiang Sen.

As a result, the entire branch office gave her a cold shoulder whenever they saw her.

The case wasn't even clear yet, and they didn't even know if Huang Liping was alive or dead, yet they had her executed?

The brain is sick!

It's not light!

"We want to see the house where Huang Liping lives again."

"Didn't you already see it?" Huang's mother's face fell when she realized she wasn't being told about Jiang Sen's execution. "The murderer has been caught, what's there to see? I think you should just execute him and compensate us for our losses, my daughter..."

As she spoke, she sat down on the ground and began her performance again.

Director Shao frowned, took out a search warrant, and handed it to her. "Wait until later before you cry. This is the search warrant."

Without waiting for Huang's mother's reaction, she directly ordered her men into the west room.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Breaking into my house in broad daylight? Why aren't you executing murderers, but instead coming to my house to act tough? My God... I don't want to live anymore..."

"Director Shao!" A man carrying a briefcase came out; it was already open, revealing neatly bundled money inside. "It was found under the cabinet."

When Huang's mother saw it, she froze and was about to pounce on it, crying, "That's my money..."

"Guards!" Director Shao shouted, and the two policewomen who followed immediately went up and restrained Huang's mother.

"You, you..." Huang's mother was truly stunned and began to struggle, shouting, "Robbery! Robbery!"

"If you don't cooperate, then you'll have to come back with us!" Director Shao snapped. "Tell me, where did this money come from?"

"It's mine, so what? Can't I have money?"

"Where did you come from?" Director Shao raised his voice.

"Well, well..." Huang's mother's eyes darted around, "I saved it up myself!"

"You saved it yourself? Then why is there a bank's binding strip on it?"

"I... I withdrew it from the bank; it was money I had deposited before!"

"Still being stubborn!" Director Shao said coldly. "Which bank?"

"It's...it's the one right near my house!"

"The industrial and commercial cooperative near my home?"

"Correct!"

"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin, so why are there Agricultural Bank of China cooperative binding strips tied to it?"

"I...I remembered wrong, it's the Agricultural Bank Cooperative!"

Which one is it?

"It's from the Agricultural Bank cooperative!"

Director Shao pulled out a bundle of cash. "Look closely, it's from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China! Enough nonsense, where did this money come from? Who gave it to you?"

This time, Huang's mother was really flustered and didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she saw Huang's father come back carrying the child.

She immediately began to struggle again, shouting, "You old geezer, they're going to raid our house, aren't you going to run?"

Can you run?

Mr. Huang was also brought in. He was still a little confused when he came in. "What happened? Did we get thieves?"

Director Shao turned to look at Huang's father and the child he was holding.

He asked, "This was found under the cupboard in your west room. Can you tell me who gave you this money?"

Mr. Huang panicked instantly, "It has nothing to do with me, it was all that old woman's doing!"

Got it!

They've confessed without being asked!

In the interrogation room of Huangqiao Branch, Huang's mother sat there with a disdainful expression, refusing to answer any questions.

On the other side, Mr. Huang was trembling all over.

He was henpecked from the start; his mother made all the decisions, both at home and outside.

Even though he felt it wasn't right to cause trouble for Jiang Sen again, he couldn't stop the three of them from being of one mind.

Anyway, he has alcohol to drink, cigarettes to smoke, and he can eat roast duck every now and then, so he can just pretend he's blind.

However, he was also anxious about his daughter's disappearance, but Huang's mother told him behind his back, "They said that as long as we bring down Jiang Sen, we will be rich in benefits!"

"Who said that?"

"Don't worry about it, just enjoy your life from now on!"

Sitting here today, Mr. Huang is weeping bitterly, trying to absolve himself of all responsibility.

Ask three questions.

In fact, he didn't know much either.

All he knew was that the three of them were always determined to get money from Jiang Sen.

Unexpectedly, during the Spring Festival, when his son went to see Jiang Sen, he was arrested. It was said that the gang had planned to commit armed robbery, and Huang Dajun was the ringleader. He was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve and sent to the Northwest.

Within two days, her daughter disappeared again.

He knew that if things continued like this, his wife would eventually break up the family, but he couldn't control it!

"What's the story behind that suicide note?"

After asking for a long time, Mr. Huang was on the verge of collapse when the crucial question finally came.

Mr. Huang was taken aback for a moment. Director Shao stood up, handed him a cigarette, and lit it.

“We won’t make things difficult for you. We know there’s still no news about your daughter, and we want to solve the case as soon as possible!” Director Shao reassured you, then changed the subject, “However, we won’t wrong an innocent person and let the real murderer go free and make a fool of yourself, will we?”

Mr. Huang took two deep drags on his cigarette, thought for a long time, and then said, "I also find that suicide note very strange. Before anything happened to my Liping, she would usually secretly tell her mother a few words in the middle of the night. She never wrote a note or anything like that."

"Can't there be special circumstances?"

Mr. Huang shook his head. “You don’t know, this girl has never liked studying since she was little. All she does is dress up. She only knows five and a half out of ten characters, and when she writes them, they’re all crooked and messy. They’re nowhere near as neat as the ones in the book.”

Even Jiang Sen wasn't aware that Huang Liping's handwriting was ugly.

After all, when we were in school, we had no interest in studying, so who cared whether the handwriting in someone's textbook was good or bad?

So when Jiang Sen saw the suicide note, he remarked that Huang Liping's handwriting was quite beautiful.

"So, that suicide note wasn't written by your daughter?"

"No! Definitely not!" Mr. Huang said as if he had made up his mind. "I asked her mother, and she insisted that it was her daughter's handwriting, so I didn't say anything."

Director Shao stood up and said, "Think again, is there anything I've missed? I'll come back later."